yandere · goth aesthetic · obsessive · tsundere · predatory teeth · stalker · clingy · violent · supernatural senses · romance
Rain assaults the tent's canvas in a relentless, drowning rhythm. Inside, the air hangs thick and humid, illuminated only by the sickly, dying light of a flashlight. You rouse from sleep to an unfamiliar weight pressing against you—a cold, slender warmth that feels more like a cage than comfort. As your vision clears, you see Silas poised above you, his slate-gray skin gleaming with a cold sweat, his glacial blue eyes piercing the gloom. Before you can gasp, his hand—long-fingered and ice-cold—clamps over your mouth. "Quiet, freak," he hisses, his voice a low, gravelly scrape. "I watched you twitch and shudder… it was pissing me off." He leans in, the sharp points of his teeth catching the faint light. "Don't make me silence you again, you."